tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50723161074097426312024-03-13T20:46:51.867-07:00Vampire ScribeA writer's blog by Annalynne Russo.Annalynne Russohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13148344220868196928noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072316107409742631.post-71187658394898703492013-09-26T08:16:00.001-07:002013-09-26T08:19:39.946-07:00Author Spotlight - Donina Lynn<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Today on the Vampire Scribe, I welcome fellow Evernight author, Donina Lynn. Her new story, <i>Arms of Serenity</i>, released September 25th.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Hi! I
live in a small rural Pennsylvania town on the outskirts of the Poconos. As in
small, I mean we don't even have a traffic light. We do, however, have a DG, a
pizzeria and a Chinese restaurant. Thank goodness! Because, I would probably
starve without takeout and a microwave. Cooking is something I enjoy during the
holidays and for special occasions. But on a normal day, I take full advantage
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though I was born and raised a country girl, my idea of communing with nature
is gazing out my window while guzzling mass quantities of coffee. Next to the
microwave, my Keurig is my prized possession. Seriously, the inventors of that
gadget deserve an award and are personal heroes of mine. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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not at my day job, hanging with my family or friends, curled up with my Kindle,
or typing away at the computer, you can find me in front of the TV watching
anything paranormal, sci-fi or a good action flick. Kudos go to any movie or
show that incorporates explosions, big guns, and gratuitous butt shots. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>My
addiction to romance novels started as soon as I could turn a page and has
stayed with me until much later in life when I decided to sit down and give
writing one a whirl. Who knew that decision would have brought me here? I am
extremely grateful it has and hope you enjoy reading about the characters that
have taken up residence in my head. There is a bit of a warning, however. I
have a fondness - bordering on obsession - with the military, public service,
bad boys, and men with bald heads, goatees or tattoos. Heroes with one or many of these traits might
be a reoccurring theme until I can work through these issues. :-)<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><a href="http://www.doninalynn.com/"><span style="color: blue;">http://www.doninalynn.com</span></a><o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Thank
you so much for having me on your blog today! I’m very excited to be here and
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first sat down to think about what I wanted to write, the one thing I knew I
wanted to incorporate was a message. That being that the events of the past
shouldn’t dictate how we live our lives in the future. We should learn from our experiences and look
to the future as an opportunity for a new beginning. Simple, right? But when we
are unable to move beyond those events and they threaten to determine who we
are today, is it ever that easy to forget and find the peace within ourselves
to allow happiness into our lives? Life and especially love are never that
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>In <i>Arms of Serenity</i>, you meet Nick and
Becca. Both are emotionally damaged and in desperate need of someone to show
them how to let go of their pasts and that love is possible as long as they are
willing to let it in. Their story is full of inner struggles, laughs, romance and
even a smidgen of danger. Doesn’t every good love story need at least one or
two bad guys? J <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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by guilt, Nicholas Hollsten ended his military career in the Special Forces and
returned home only to be forced into a life he never wanted. Nick found himself
running his father’s company and making good on a promise to his team. Angry
and frustrated with the direction his life was taking, he calms his thoughts by
filling his evenings and bed with soft distractions. Until one woman captures
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avoiding love. That emotion only meant heartache and being left exactly where
you started—alone. Lesson learned. But, when the sexy stranger from their hot
New Year’s Eve party shows up at her counter, will she be able to ignore the
temptation or will she find what she’s been missing in the Arms of Serenity?<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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got as far as the curve outside before she heard Nick’s voice calling her name.
She closed her eyes and groaned.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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signal a taxi and hoped ignoring him would work until one stopped.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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heard him say her name again. Only this time he was too close to pretend that
she didn’t hear him. She turned to find him holding the picture frame.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>“Thank
you.”<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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looked at her and put a smug smile on before saying, “You forgot these also.”
He reached into his pant pocket and pulled out a glimpse of white lace
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>“Thank
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pushed them back in his pocket. “How about that coffee?”<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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took a step back and crossed her arms. “Are you seriously holding my underwear
hostage until I go out on a date with you? Doesn’t that border on blackmail?”<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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laughed. “Just using whatever means I have at my disposal to get you to say
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would laugh too if she wasn’t so angry. He was being an arrogant pushy ass. She
glared at him. From his polished shoes, tailored pants, and what looked like a
cashmere sweater, he was head to toe everything that Becca wasn’t. Why was he
doing this? Damn him for coming after her. Damn him for wanting more when he
could go back into the ballroom and have anyone of those models sitting at the
table.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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stood there not wanting to look back. He hadn’t answered her, and Becca
silently hoped that he had walked away. She was a mess. Her insides trembled at
the conflicting emotions of anger and longing coursing through her. It would be
so easy to give in and go with him.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>“I’m
going to have to argue that statement. I seem to remember being exactly your
type last night as you shook and screamed in pleasure when I was buried deep
inside of you.” He kissed the spot behind her ear, and she gasped in response.
Shivers cascaded through her, and she leaned back melting into his body.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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pulled away and turned around to face him as a taxi finally came to her rescue.
Opening the door, she stood behind it to use as a barrier between them and took
a breath to steady her trembling legs and gain some courage.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>“Nick,
last night was great, and thank you for not saying anything back in there.” She
nodded her head in the direction of the hotel and continued. “But I’m just not
interested.” She got in the cab, closed the door, and stared ahead as she gave
the driver her destination. As the taxi pulled away, she could see him in the
rearview mirror. For the second time in less than twenty-four hours, she left
him just standing and staring after her.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;">Amazon: </span><span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Arms-Serenity-Rock-Services-ebook/dp/B00FE686L0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1379998300&sr=1-1"><span style="color: blue;">http://www.amazon.com/Arms-Serenity-Rock-Services-ebook/dp/B00FE686L0/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1379998300&sr=1-1</span></a></span></b></span>Annalynne Russohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13148344220868196928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072316107409742631.post-91777778209539215322013-09-25T09:24:00.001-07:002013-09-25T09:24:16.188-07:00New Release - Blood of the NIle<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Welcome back to my lair! Today, I'm excited to announce the release of my latest book in the Tales from the Vampire Scribe series. <i>Blood of the Nile</i> is a steamy romance set in the Sahara desert. Sink your teeth into a tantalizing teaser excerpt below.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Maliyah Aziz has no time for men. Employed by the U.S.
Government overseas, the self-described workaholic refuses to let a
relationship derail her flourishing career. But when her estranged father passes
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>For eight hundred years, vampire Ramses Shakir maintains a
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not until he forms a partnership with a human by the name of Anwar al Aziz,
does he truly make his mark on society. Together the two men amass a fortune
and forge an unbreakable bond. Suspicious of Anwar’s sudden death, the vampire
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Ramses dragged his
fingers through his damp hair as perspiration gathered at the base of his
skull. That day, the temperature in the Sahara surpassed one hundred degrees
and Maliyah wasn’t doing him any favors by turning up the heat. The wanton
tease made him want to yank off the flowing, floral print dress she wore and
fuck her silly. Visions of her sweet ass plastered against the windows of the
train car danced in his head. He wanted her naked and it didn’t matter if a
whole caravan of desert nomads stopped to catch a glimpse. Their coupling was
bound to happen. Why not sooner than later?<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>Nonetheless,
Maliyah made a good point. Ramses had promised her cousin Husani that he’d keep
his hands to himself. A man of honor, he intended to stay true to his word. He
wouldn’t touch Maliyah. At least, not with his hands. His mouth and cock, on
the other hand, were both fair game.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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Maliyah returned from the powder room, he reached into the small rolling
suitcase he’d brought along for the trip. He pulled out a red paisley necktie
and placed it next to the other articles of clothing he’d dangled over the
chair. There was a good chance he’d need to be tied up in order to keep his
paws off Maliyah. The necktie would come in handy if that turned out to be the
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door swung open and Maliyah sauntered in. Her hair was now loose, its shiny, brown
tentacles hung haphazardly in front of her face. She’d removed most of her
make-up and traded in her three-inch heels for a pair of simple strappy
sandals. She looked up at Ramses. Her green-gold gaze locked with his. At the
same time, her lower lip jutted out to entice him with its sultry pout.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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stepped closer and spoke into his chest. He could feel the heat from her skin
tickle his nerve endings. “So now what? We’ve got eleven hours to kill and I’m
saving the fashion magazines Salma shoved in the side of my bag until I get
desperate?” <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b> “You?
Desperate?” Ramses repeated. His raspy tone came out as sensual and breathy,
with a hint of sarcasm mixed in to keep Maliyah on her toes. “It’d be a pity if
we let that happen. I think we can find something to keep us occupied. Maybe
there’s a deck of cards in my carry on.”<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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put her hand to her lips as if to giggle, but instead a loud snort came out
through her nose. <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b><i>Is she mocking me?</i> Ramses thought to
himself. She hadn’t uttered a single word, yet he knew her snicker was meant in
protest.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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siren who embodied the perfect combination of subtle innocence and feisty femme
fatale, could dish out corrosive rancor just as well as she could take it. That
time, she’d done so without even opening her mouth. Although Ramses had great
reverence for the Egyptian culture in which he was reared, he found himself
drawn to Maliyah’s freethinking, American tendencies. He respected her desire
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think of a saucy comeback, Maliyah had already placed both hands on Ramses’
bare shoulders. She massaged his biceps and let the pads of her fingers caress
their way up and down his arm. Soon, they became tangled in the shaggy, black
hair that gathered at his neck.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>“How could a game
of cards possibly keep me amused? Not when I have all this tempting, well-toned
flesh at my disposal.”<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>“Wait,” Ramses
said, pulling back slightly. He hadn’t anticipated Maliyah’s aggressive
pursuit. His need for her bordered on the absurd, but he knew he’d have to take
things slow. Otherwise, his vampire persona might make an unexpected
appearance. He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from touching her. “What
about the pledge we made to Husani?”<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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and her heated breath skated across his tanned skin, sending a direct signal to
his cock. It was time to come out and play. Whatever sport Maliyah wanted to
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b>“I made no such
promise. Just keep your hands to yourself, lover boy. Let me do all the work,”
she said, darting her tongue out to taste him. God damn, Maliyah was a woman
after his own heart. God damn, Maliyah was a woman after his own heart. Her
succulent lips blazed a path from his neck, passed the sparse patch of hair
that peeked out from the top of his shirt.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b> Maliyah hiked the shirt up past his navel. Her
eyes followed the line of dark curls downward until she once again spotted the
thick erection through his jeans. She sank to her knees, and then used her
hands to remove his belt. One by one, she undid the buttons of his 501’s, as a
flush of red spread across her face. She must have realized that he wore
nothing underneath.<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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Gallagher and Gianna Pugliese have been best friends since kindergarten. But
when Tori’s family is forced to leave suburban <st1:city w:st="on">Lowell</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">Massachusetts</st1:state>
behind and move to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Boston</st1:place></st1:city> for her father’s job, their world falls
apart. Distraught at the possibility of separation, the two girls slit their
wrists and forge a blood bond, sisters by means of their fluid
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Flash
forward fifteen years. Gianna still lives in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Lowell</st1:place></st1:city>, working at her parents’ Italian bakery,
<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">La Dolce Vita</i>. Tori follows into her
father’s footsteps and peddles prescription drugs to local doctors and hospitals
as a pharmaceutical sales rep. One day on the job, she helps screen patients for
a clinical trial of an investigational medicine. There she meets Dario Potente,
a smoking hot vampire who shares her deviant sexual
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“So tell me about this
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Gianna’s cheeks flushed hot at the
thought of revealing the nitty gritty details of the dream. Tori appeared safe
and content, but on the off chance her best friend was in trouble, she had no
other choice than to spill her guts. She needed to see the expression on her
face in order to <span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;"><span style="background-color: black;">unearth</span></span> the truth. Her gaze darted
left to right to avoid direct eye contact as she relived the graphic sexual
content of the fantasy that had unfolded between the two newlyweds. Whips and
chains aside, the intense emotional connection between them caused her voice to
crack as she spoke. Still, she managed to </strong><strong>confess that she’d
watched like a voyeur, reveling in each eagerly awaited brush of skin against
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<strong><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Gianna clenched her thighs shut,
trying to keep her companions from smelling the pungent scent of her sex. Liquid
had already moistened the flimsy material of her pink cotton panties. As the
last few flashes of their erotic encounter spilled from her lips, Gianna stared
up at Tori. There were a myriad of questions on her mind. Could it be true? Had
her best friend willingly allowed Dario to <span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;"><span style="background-color: black;">pierce</span></span> her flesh and guzzle down
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<strong><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>While the possibilities swirled
around in Gianna’s brain, Tori cocked her head sideways as if to gauge her
husband’s reaction. “How is this possible? Could Gianna have somehow gained a
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<strong><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Dario’s eyebrows furrowed. Then he
scrubbed a hand over his unshaven jaw. “I’m not sure. Have the two of you ever
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<strong><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Suddenly both women drew back, their
reflections laden with shock. Gianna hesitated before she answered, swallowing
hard as realization struck. “Yes, we have. As children, we slit our wrists and
forged a bond.”</span></span></strong></div>
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“It was just a silly, childish game.”</span></span></strong></div>
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first time, Gianna noticed the drastic transformation the room had endured.
Before, her friend had incorporated neutral shades of brown and tan with a
splash of mauve thrown in to brighten up the space. Now the décor took on a much
darker, more catastrophic feel. The couches were made of rich Italian leather
and the carpets a deep, crimson red. Framed lithographs by renowned painter
Salvador Dalí lined the walls with depictions of hellfire and
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to her interior design preferences, Tori had changed a lot in the past few
months. Most likely, Dario had been the cause. If the dream she'd experienced
was any indication, sex for them teetered on the brink of kink. It seemed that
that was exactly the way her best friend preferred it. She’d no doubt moved on
from drunken one night stands with frat boys to submissive interludes with a
sadomasochistic lover who drank blood for sport.</strong></span></div>
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Tori would have had to be blind not to notice the flagrant sexual intent in her
husband’s gaze the moment Gianna appeared on their doorstep. How could she stand
by and watch him ogle her best friend? Unless, were they both into that kind of
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watched as Tori continued to walk nervously back and forth, but soon her husband
grasped her wrist, and made her slip down into the comfort of his lap. He smiled
at Gianna, a sympathetic gesture <span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;"><span style="background-color: black;">it seemed</span></span>. “I know it all sounds
crazy. Let me try my best to explain.” Dario combed his fingers through his
hair, then took a deep breath and relaxed into the cushions of the couch. “I’m
fairly certain you’ve already this figured out by now, but I am a vampire.
Despite my proclivities, I’d never hurt your friend. I love her too much. Tori
and I have shared fluids, including blood, and as a result, we can merge our
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exactly,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s more intense than that. We can see,
hear, smell, even taste what the other experiences.”</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>“The
sensations can get a bit overwhelming at times, but you get used to it.” Tori
dipped her head back to plant a kiss to her lover’s stubbly cheek. “I must have
somehow broadcast the manifestation of my desire for Dario to you through our
open channel of communication. Funny, before today, I never even knew it
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<span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Eva Sambucco is a stiletto-wearing, stake-wielding vampire huntress with everything a girl from the Big Apple desires. Good looks. A great job. Even an expensive wardrobe. But the one thing she wants the most, is the only thing she can’t have. The leader of the New York City vampire coven. Andreas Kristopolous is her <em>Irresistible Nemesis</em>.</span></strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>“Mr. Kristopolous, what a surprise!” A voice called to him. Its shadow lurked all around him. “I never figured you for the public transportation type.”</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>The hairs on the back of his neck rose. He recognized that voice. “Ms. Sambucco, how nice to see you again. I’ve just come from dinner. Had I known you’d be in the neighborhood, I would have extended an invitation.”</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Eva snickered softly. “That’s very kind of you. But I’ve already eaten.” Her lilt voice dripped with sarcasm. She held her ground even as the vampire undressed her with his eyes.</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>“Oh, on the contrary, my darling,” Andreas replied. “There’s always room for dessert. And you happen to be the most delectable treat I’ve come across in a very long time.”</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Then Andreas approached her. His gait bold and self-assured. With each step forward, she took another one back, until he had her trapped against the wall of the subway tunnel. He lifted his hand in slow motion to gently stroke her cheek with the pad of his finger. His coarse digits glided along her jawline as the huntress lowered her head to avoid his intense stare. She didn’t seem to care much for bloodsuckers. At least, not one hell bent on seduction.</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>“I should warn you, Mr. Kristopolous–” she began.</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>“Please, call me Andreas.” He couldn’t breathe with her so near. Eva tilted her head to the side and Andreas was rewarded with the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen. Long, luxurious eyelashes cast a sublime shadow over her angelic features, including a provocative glimpse of her ample bosom. His control teetered on the edge of collapse.</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>An internal battle raged inside Andreas as the animal fought for supremacy. Then Eva looked up at him, newfound courage reflected in her beautiful brown eyes. Her face flushed in an array of color. </strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Without warning, Andreas pressed his burning lips to hers, demanding an acknowledgement. Eva broke away. Her head thrashed from side to side in an effort to resist his bold intrusion. But Andreas wouldn’t be denied. He pinned her pliant curves more rigidly to the wall and locked both hands to her sides. It was either take what he needed or die trying.</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Andreas’s stare bore into her. He pleaded for total surrender. She blinked and her expression softened a bit. And he went for it with a kiss much more delicate than their first embrace. The pillowy-softness of his lips and the silky smoothness of his tongue, coaxed a response from her. Eva had no chance in hell of surviving the pure rapture of his kiss. Its sweet sensation, a stark contradiction to the way his firm, rigid body pressed against her. The hard length of his cock rubbed against her clitoris, and she moaned out loud. Before long, she kissed him back with a hunger he’d never experienced before.</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Like a lion pouncing on its prey, he grabbed the front of her floral-print blouse and yanked it open. Eva gasped as tiny glass buttons fell one by one to the ground. She opened her mouth as if to scold him just as Andreas swiped his sultry tongue over the lacy fabric covering her nipple. She went limp and melted in his arms, releasing the sexiest little </strong>half<strong>-whimper, half-moan he’d ever heard.</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><strong>Anaïs Moreau is a classically-trained ballerina born
during Louis XVI’s reign in <st1:country -region="-region" w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">France</st1:place></st1:country>.
After falling victim to the deviant sexual appetites of a nobleman at court,
she suffers betrayal and abandonment at the hands of her aristocratic father.
In turn, she embraces her best friend’s gift of immortality and becomes a
vampire. For centuries, Anaïs preys on calculating womanizers whose sole
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<strong>Oliver Polinski works for the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs. His job is to
plan covert missions and train his army of soldiers to hunt down and kill
supernatural creatures, vampires most notably. When Oliver and Anaïs cross
paths at a mutual friend’s wedding, they learn that they both prefer sex to be
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<strong>Can these two star-crossed lovers overcome blinding hate and prejudice for
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</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">could hear
its thunderous roar in his veins. His hands fisted at his side,<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">fingernails
digging into his sweaty palms.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><o:p><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></o:p></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">“Wait here. I’ll be back,” he shouted to Adam, who leaned<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">casually
against the bar, eyeing a pretty brunette.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><o:p><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong></strong></span></o:p></span><br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Then Oliver leapt up the stairs to the third level of the<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">nightclub
and pushed his way through the hordes of half-drunk<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">partygoers
until he stood staring at the back of the male vampire’s<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">skull.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Oliver tapped the guy on the shoulder. “Pardon me. Do you<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">mind if I
cut in?”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><o:p><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">The bloodsucker barely acknowledged his presence. “Get<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">lost,” he
answered, with a slight tilt of his head. However, Oliver<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">wouldn’t
be denied. He slid out the stake he kept hidden inside his<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">coat
pocket. Then he shoved his opponent back so he could look him<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">square in
the face as he placed the pointed edge of the weapon to his<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">heart. The
man’s eyebrows shot up in surprise once he saw the tip set<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">against
the lapel of his stark white shirt.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><o:p><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">The bastard stepped closer, his red orbs growing darker until<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">they’d
been transformed into a dark, glossy haze. Fangs extended, he<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">sneered
into Oliver’s ear; the threat came through loud and clear.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Then, a
splotch of blood spread across his chest. But before Oliver<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">could
press the stake all the way through, Anaïs stepped between<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">them and
knocked the weapon to the floor.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><o:p><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">“Both of you calm down,” she said as she stared back and<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">forth from
one man to the other. Then, she turned to the vampire<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">she’d been
dancing with earlier. “You’ll have to excuse me. It appears<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">that my
dance card’s full for the rest of the night.”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><o:p><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">The sly smirk that developed at the corners of Oliver’s mouth<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">proved
priceless, better than if he’d rubbed salt in the vampire’s<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">bloody
wound. His rival stuck his proverbial tail between his legs and<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">disappeared
into the crowd.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><o:p><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Oliver snatched up Anaïs’s hand, and swept her into his strong<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">embrace.
He grabbed her ass and thrust her against his steel frame,<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">rubbing
his partial erection over the bundle of nerves that surrounded<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">her clit.
Their bodies glued together, they grooved to the tempo of the<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">fast-paced
techno beats. Hip to hip, the sexual tension between them<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">sparked
into a raging, lust-laden inferno.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><o:p><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Oliver grasped both of his partner’s hands. He thrust them<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">behind her
back, exerting his dominance and giving her very little<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">room to
move. It seemed she could hardly breathe, let alone find a<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">way to
escape. With Anaïs at his mercy, Oliver swooped in, his face<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">mere
inches from hers.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><o:p><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">“You’ve been a very bad girl, Anaïs Moreau.” His husky<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">voice
whispered in her ear. It was laced with hostility and unfulfilled<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">desire.
Then he lowered his head and kissed her, slow and sensually<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">while a
hand explored every facet of Anaïs’s magnificent flesh<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">through
her clothes. Soon, he heard a soft moan slip past her lips and<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">felt her
tremble in his arms.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><o:p><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong></strong></span></o:p></span><br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;">
<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Oliver couldn’t hesitate; the time to act had come. As he<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">continued
to distract her with his mouth, he reached one hand into the<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">pocket of
his trousers and pulled out a zip tie. It was a simple, yet<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">effective
tool he often employed when the need to apprehend a<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">suspect
presented itself. As he locked the plastic apparatus into place,<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Anaïs’s
body stiffened. The arch of her spine lengthened, while the<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>
</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">serene
expression on her face became replaced with an indignant<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span><br />
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<strong><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em><strong>Every myth you've ever heard is true. Monsters do exist.</strong></em><strong>Luna Sea Rakshasa inhabits.</strong></span></span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>The Dominion, a realm of immortals hidden within the world of humans. She is a Beanne Sidhe huntress, a killer of dark and dangerous things, but she harbors a secret that has been tearing her apart for nearly two thousand years. On the cusp of finally facing the demon vampire who sired her, the last thing she needs is an obsessed vampire who stirs things she would rather not feel.</strong><br /><br /><strong>Aveon Ap Conwy was human before he was found dying on a battlefield and turned into a vampire. For a century he has been tormented by the personal war to keep his humanity. Nothing has been stronger until the night he meets Luna. She arouses his deepest hungers, but Aveon knows he must resist his urge to take her...because if he tastes one drop of her blood, they will both be lost.</strong><br /><br /><strong>Thrown together in an unwelcome alliance and fighting the heat that simmers between them, they travel to the mythical domain of Luna's demon sire. As their worlds merge, Luna and Aveon become bound by something stronger than lust. Can Luna lay aside centuries of prejudice and open her heart to the only man who can stand beside her in the battle with the vampire king?</strong></span></span></strong><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">From the shadows Aveon laughed quietly. His eyes sparkled like blue stars. He raised his dripping sword and pointed it at Luna.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“Catch me if you can,” he said, before sprinting into the darkness. For a moment Luna sat, stunned and gaping after him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“You okay?” she asked Cade finally. The big vampire was grinning. The blood running down his arm had already slowed. His wound was beginning close.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“Hell yeah,” he said. “Go get the little shit. Make him bleed for me.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“Will do,” she said, leaping to her feet and taking off after Aveon. As she ran she considered what had happened. Why hadn't Aveon allowed Cade to take her out of the game? It didn't make sense unless he wanted to face her himself. Or had he simply been protecting her?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">As she paced through the labyrinth she kept low to the ground, scanning her surroundings for any trace of him. She found none. She was moving slowly and silently now, her sword drawn and her senses straining. Her neck prickled. He was close, maybe watching her. She peered into the shadows. Nothing, where was he?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“Luna,” his voice was a whisper of sound. She spun on her heel. He emerged from the darkness, his eyes burning with intent. His hands empty of weapons. Luna raised her blade towards him. He barely gave it a glance.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“You won't use that on me,” he said. He looked more than a little savage as he advanced on her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“Don't count on it,” she said, eying him nervously. “We're still enemies.”</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“We're many things, Luna, but not that.” He stepped toward her, laying his hand on the flat of her blade and pushing it away. Why didn't she use the moment to slice his palm, take the advantage?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The sword tip scraped the gravel. With another step he had her backed to the wall. Inches separated them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“I believe it was you against the wall last time,” she said.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“And now the tables have turned. Shall I show you as much mercy as you showed me?” he said. Luna shivered as a chill that had nothing to do with cold ran down her spine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">He grabbed her other wrist and pinned her hands above her head, easing his body against hers. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So savage and yet so gentle. Luna gasped, and Aveon smiled. His fangs glinted between his parted lips.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But the closeness was a cool brand against her body. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest. She knew he could hear it. His eyes were fixed on the pulse point of her neck. His avid gaze burned.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“Let go of me.” Luna bucked to free herself. His grip hardened, and her struggles only increased the contact between them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“There's nothing you could do that would make me regret this.” He leaned forward and ran cold lips down her throat. Fear and lust leaped to life within her. Shivering with pleasure and surprise, she had to fight the urge to throw her head back. Good, it felt too good, and it had been so long.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">She'd had lovers in the past, plenty of them. She was nearly a thousand years old after all. In her early years she had experimented as much as the next immortal, but after the first five hundred years or so it had just gotten, well, boring. Without an emotional connection it had become an itch that was less complicated to scratch on her own. And the specter of her father hung over any developing relationship. How could she commit to anything when a monster’s blood ran in her veins and whispered to her to take her lover's neck?</span></div>
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</span></span></span></strong>Annalynne Russohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13148344220868196928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072316107409742631.post-70536817475854424992012-09-06T21:33:00.000-07:002012-09-06T21:33:28.212-07:00Author Showcase - Jean Maxwell<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Happy Friday Erotic Romance Fans! I hope you've got your bolero jackets ironed and pressed today as we welcome the supremely talented, Jean Maxwell, to my blog. Jean's got another steamy edition of her Spanish Seduction series. This one's titled El Precio - The Price of Passion and it will definitely make you feel hot and bothered.</strong></span><br />
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with him. He dragged one of the hard-backed visitor chairs over and jammed it
up against the doorknob. Walking backwards, he towed her across the room to the
oversized drafting table between two massive bookcases. He lifted her to sit on
the vinyl-topped surface, wedging his body between her knees. His hands framed
her face while he kissed her, hard.</strong></span></span></div>
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went to his belt, flipping the buckle open and sliding it through the jean
loops and onto the floor. She undid the metal button and worked the zipper down
in a few tugs. He caught up strands of her hair and massaged them against her
cheeks as he deepened his kiss, letting her continue undressing him. She
separated the buttons on his soft denim shirt, slipping her hands inside to
stroke his muscled chest. Her fingertips found his taut nipples and lingered
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set to work on the front buttons of her sweater, stripping her down to her lacy
black bra. His mouth moved to her chest, licking and kissing the mounds of her
breasts as he pushed up the hem of her skirt.</strong></span></span></div>
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she might leave a puddle on the tabletop if she didn’t get his dick inside her
in the next ten seconds. She grasped at the waistband of his jeans and pushed
them down past his hips, releasing his swollen member from its bounds. He
pulled her roughly to the edge of the table, lifting her enough to free her
skirt from around her bum. Her thin panties were no match for Dave’s insistent
fingers. Not much material to them in any case, they shredded easily in his
hands. He slung one arm under her knee and lifted it to his ribs, creating
enough clearance to plunge his throbbing penis into her.</strong></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Zara sucked in air at the sudden,
aggressive entry, surprised at how much the rough play excited her. Her arms
went tight around his back, her fingernails digging into his skin, clinging to
him like a cat on a scratching post. She relished the pounding rhythm of his
cock driving into her. Holy Mother, was this how it would always be between
them if they were apart for more than a few days? God, she hoped so.</strong></span></span></div>
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mindless of the blueprints and mechanical pencils scattering to the floor from
the rocking tabletop. Without the benefit of much foreplay, Zara still felt the
rising tide of orgasm flow toward her center as she matched his thrusts.</strong></span></span></div>
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the tender tissues between her legs typically requiring a bit more
encouragement and…finesse, but…right now…felt good. Jesus, this was her
workplace! At least twenty people stood not five meters outside the door. This
is crazy!</strong></span></span></div>
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breasts tingling and tightening, while her inner thighs quivered on the
threshold of surrender. The very idea of making it on an office desk, and that
they might be discovered at any moment, brought an unexpected thrill. This is
beyond crazy…this is unconscionable…this is…oh, sweet Jesus, Mary and Joseph.</strong></span></span></div>
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Dave was about to let out a satisfactory moan, Zara covered his mouth in a
smothering kiss to prevent any telltale noise from exiting the room. His free
hand cupped the back of her head. She listened to the sound of his breathing
and the soft grunts trapped in his throat as he buried himself in her kiss.</strong></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-CA"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Their lips parted, and he nuzzled her neck
and licked her earlobe before speaking in a painful whisper. “I’m sorry…if I
rushed you. Did I hurt you? I never want to hurt you. I can do better.”</strong></span></span></div>
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me, I sure as hell like being hurt,” she replied. “And if you did any better,
I’d have to fire you. For being so unprofessional. But your, demonstration, was
certainly convincing. Remind me to have you make business presentations more
often.”</strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: #cccccc; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong><em>Blood Bond</em>, a short story I wrote will be included in Evernight Publishing's <em>Just Vamps</em> anthology due out on Halloween. Check out the book blurb/excerpt below:</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Tori Gallagher and
Gianna Pugliese have been best friends since kindergarten. But when Tori’s
family is forced to leave suburban <st1:city w:st="on">Lowell</st1:city>, <st1:state w:st="on">Massachusetts</st1:state> behind and move to <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Boston</st1:place></st1:city> for her father’s job, their world
falls apart. Distraught at the possibility of separation, the two girls slit
their wrists and forge a blood bond, sisters by means of their fluid exchange.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Flash forward
fifteen years. Gianna still lives in <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Lowell</st1:place></st1:city>,
working at her parents’ Italian bakery, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">La
Dolce Vita</i>. Tori follows into her father’s footsteps and peddles
prescription drugs to local doctors and hospitals as a pharmaceutical sales rep.
One day on the job, she helps screen patients for a clinical trial of an
investigational medicine. There she meets Dario Potente, a smoking hot vampire
who shares her deviant sexual desires.</strong></span></div>
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between the two lovers is intense, until Gianna ends up on her doorstep
claiming to who have seen and felt every detail of their latest lust-filled
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“So tell me about this dream,” Tori
said as she took a seat on the sofa next to her husband and nuzzled into the
crook of his arm.</span></strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Gianna’s
cheeks flushed hot at the thought of revealing the nitty gritty details of the
dream. Tori appeared safe and content, but on the off chance her best friend
was in trouble, she had no other choice than to spill her guts. She needed to
see the expression on her face in order to <span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;"><span style="background-color: black;">unearth</span></span> the truth. Her gaze darted left to right to avoid direct eye contact as she relived the graphic sexual content of the fantasy that had unfolded
between the two newlyweds. Whips and chains aside, the intense emotional connection between them caused her voice to crack as she spoke. Still, she managed to </strong><strong>confess that she’d watched like a voyeur,
reveling in each eagerly awaited brush of skin against skin.</strong></span></span></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Gianna
clenched her thighs shut, trying to keep her companions from smelling the
pungent scent of her sex. Liquid had already moistened the flimsy material of
her pink cotton panties. As the last few flashes of their erotic encounter
spilled from her lips, Gianna stared up at Tori. There were a myriad of questions
on her mind. Could it be true? Had her best friend willingly allowed Dario to <span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;"><span style="background-color: black;">pierce</span></span> her flesh and guzzle
down her blood?</span></span></strong></div>
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the possibilities swirled around in Gianna’s brain, Tori cocked her head
sideways as if to gauge her husband’s reaction. “How is this possible? Could
Gianna have somehow gained a window into my subconscious?”</span></span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Dario’s
eyebrows furrowed. Then he scrubbed a hand over his unshaven jaw. “I’m not
sure. Have the two of you ever exchanged blood?”</span></span></strong></div>
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both women drew back, their reflections laden with shock. Gianna hesitated
before she answered, swallowing hard as realization struck. “Yes, we have. As
children, we slit our wrists and forged a bond.”</span></span></strong></div>
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I never thought anything of it,” Tori interceded, standing up to pace the
confines of her small living room. “It was just a silly, childish game.”</span></span></strong></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>For the first
time, Gianna noticed the drastic transformation the room had endured. Before,
her friend had incorporated neutral shades of brown and tan with a splash of
mauve thrown in to brighten up the space. Now the décor took on a much darker,
more catastrophic feel. The couches were made of rich Italian leather and the
carpets a deep, crimson red. Framed lithographs by renowned painter Salvador
Dalí lined the walls with depictions of hellfire and brimstone.</strong></span></div>
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interior design preferences, Tori had changed a lot in the past few months.
Most likely, Dario had been the cause. If the dream she'd experienced was any indication, sex for them teetered on the brink of
kink. It seemed that that was exactly the way her best friend preferred it.
She’d no doubt moved on from drunken one night stands with frat boys to
submissive interludes with a sadomasochistic lover who drank blood for sport.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Although Tori would
have had to be blind not to notice the flagrant sexual intent in her husband’s gaze
the moment Gianna appeared on their doorstep. How could she stand by and watch
him ogle her best friend? Unless, were they both into that kind of thing?</strong></span></div>
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Tori continued to walk nervously back and forth, but soon her husband grasped
her wrist, and made her slip down into the comfort of his lap. He smiled at
Gianna, a sympathetic gesture <span style="background: yellow; mso-highlight: yellow;"><span style="background-color: black;">it seemed</span></span>. “I know it all sounds crazy. Let me try my best to
explain.” Dario combed his fingers through his hair, then took a deep breath
and relaxed into the cushions of the couch. “I’m fairly certain you’ve already this
figured out by now, but I am a vampire. Despite my proclivities, I’d never hurt your friend. I
love her too much. Tori and I have shared fluids, including blood, and as a result, we
can merge our minds.”</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>“You can read each
other’s thoughts?”</strong></span></div>
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said, shaking his head. “It’s more intense than that. We can see, hear, smell, even
taste what the other experiences.”</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>“The sensations
can get a bit overwhelming at times, but you get used to it.” Tori dipped her
head back to plant a kiss to her lover’s stubbly cheek. “I must have somehow
broadcast the manifestation of my desire for Dario to you through our open
channel of communication. Funny, before today, I never even knew it existed.”</strong></span></div>
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Annalynne Russohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13148344220868196928noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072316107409742631.post-63930977949731355382012-07-19T21:26:00.000-07:002012-07-19T21:39:02.720-07:00Muse Gone Rogue<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>What's a whimsical writer to do when her head strong muse decides to hijack the plot of her latest novel? For me, it was a question of whether or not it made sense in relation to the overal arch and theme of the story. In this case, my muse turned out to be right on the money.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Oliver Polinski (said muse, pictured above)<span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"> works for the Bureau of
Paranormal Affairs. His job is to plan covert missions and train his army of soldiers
to hunt down and kill supernatural creatures, vampires most notably. A</span>bout one-third into writing, Oliver wanted his story to take a much darker, more gritty feel. At first, I was very concerned, especially considering the rather tame nature of books 1 and 2 in the series. Oh, did I forget to mention that? Blood & Bondage is book 3 in my Tales From the Vampie Scribe collection.</strong></span><br />
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Henry VIII’s reign in <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:country-region w:st="on">France</st1:country-region></st1:place>.
After falling victim to the sexual appetites of a nobleman at court, she suffers
betrayal and abandonment at the hands of her aristocratic father. Destitute and
Destraught, she embraces her friend Christine’s gift of immortality and becomes
a vampire. For centuries, Anaïs preys on calculating womanizers whose sole
purpose is to manipulate women and steal their virtue.</strong> </span></span></span></span></span><br />
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barrage of crimson stares, Anaïs found it difficult to make out faces. She did,
however, recognize the guttural moans and groans of pleasure that came from
every corner of the room. In addition, the loud bass of hard rock pounded
against the walls, making the foundation of the building rattle and hum. The
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he’d insisted she employ, Anaïs paraded her boy toy across the length of the room.
She only released him long enough to shackle his arms and legs to the hooks
that hung from the walls and low-lying ceiling.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>“Oliver, are you sure you
want to do this?” Anaïs asked with trepidation. They had to make their act look
legitimate. If their resolve wavered for even a second, the bloodsuckers in the
club would see through it and surely pounce.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>“I’m up to the
task. I promise to be a good little sub,” he whispered huskily into her ear,
making goose bumps form on already sensitive skin.</strong></span></div>
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She stared into the depths of her lover’s eyes, gauging his mood. “You do
realize, I’ll have to bite you. If not, these fuckers won’t buy the charade.”</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Oliver shrugged
his shoulders, then handed Anaïs the flogger he’d kept huddled at his side. “No
safe word, eh? Well, I suppose you’ve earned a bit of retribution.”</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Anaïs yanked on
the chains that bound him to ensure they were secure. Then she strutted around
his tightly-coiled body, her perusal gluttonous and intense. As she encircled
him, the cat o’ nine tails she held in her hand lashed at the rippled muscle on
his chest. Damn, she found Oliver impossible to resist. Once again, the urge to
ravage him had snuck up on her. There was something about his refined
masculinity that kept her perpetually ensnared. God, she couldn’t wait to
sample the rare, well-preserved vintage of his blood.</strong></span></div>
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him, Anaïs raked her razor-tipped fingernails down the curve of his spine. Then
she cracked the whip again and watched his steel honed body wince. Afterwards,
her hand drifted up, two bloody fingers teetered on the ridge of her lower lip.
A few seconds later, her tongue slithered out and sucked the rich, red
deliciousness off the tip.</strong></span></div>
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her lover’s life essence drove Anaïs’s libido into an all-out frenzy. Moisture
soaked through the slick fabric of her clothing. The warm, slippery wetness
slid down her inside thigh. Her hardened nipples sprang to life, rubbing painfully
against the clingy latex cat suit. She wanted to tear open the sphere-shaped
zipper and thrust her bosom into his face. But with an audience in tow,
forcing her sub to do it with his teeth would make for a much more convincing
show.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>At his master’s
decree, Oliver lowered his head and obliged, unzipping the fabric that covered
each breast in one fell swoop. His puckered mouth took one, plump areola into
his mouth, while he rolled the roughness of his weathered palm over the other.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>“Suck harder, damn
it! For Christ’s sake, do as I command.” Anaïs screamed loud enough for the
masses to overhear.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Oliver’s low
rumble reverberated against her skin. No doubt he was turned on, almost as much
as she. With their bodies in such close proximity, she could hear the man’s
heart beating in his chest. His carotid artery pulsed wildly on the side of his
neck and Anaïs could no longer war with her instincts.</strong></span></div>
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sharp, serrated canines protract, ready to pierce her lover’s supple flesh.
With his mouth still suckling her breast, she reached down and clasped his enormous
cock through his jeans, stroking its length until he purred like a cat. Once in
the throes of pleasure, she sank her fangs deep, siphoning his blood greedily.</strong></span></div>
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slightly, then groaned in a clear attempt to remain in control. She knew it
must have taken everything he had not to yank on the chains and pull out the
stake hidden in his groin. To hell with the fact that her bite had made both of
them feel good.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Anaïs pulled back,
releasing the suction from their pleasure racked bodies. From a brief moment,
she gazed at his face, watching his eyes re-emerge after they’d rolled back in
his head. With flushed cheeks and sweat on his brow, Oliver no doubt enjoyed
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong> Anaïs growled as her tongue swept over the twin
pinpricks she’d left in his </strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="color: red; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>neck in order to </strong></span></span><strong><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">cauterize </span></span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">the open wound.</span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“Don’t
move, lover boy.</span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The show’s not </span></span></span></span></strong><br />
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her red, flowing tresses hung over the edge of the iron railing above him.
Anaïs was dancing with a man; a vampire as evidenced by the blood-curdling glow
of his eyes. He had her luscious curves pinned against the balcony. Her back arched into
the shape of a bow and her hair was draped over the railing’s decorative edge like
a victory flag waving in the air. The sight made Oliver’s blood boil. He could
hear its thunderous roar in his chest. His hands fisted at his sides, the fingernails
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“Get lost,” he answered, with a slight tilt of his head. However, Oliver wouldn’t be denied. He slid out a stake
from the inside of his coat pocket. Then he shoved his opponent back so he
could look him square in the eye as he pierced the pointed edge of the weapon
into his heart. The man’s eyebrows shot up in surprise once he saw the tip set
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darker until they’d been transformed into a deep, translucent garnet. Fangs
extended, he sneered into Oliver’s ear; the threat came through loud and clear.
Then, a splotch of blood spread across his chest. But before Oliver could press
the stake all the way through, Anaïs stepped between them and knocked the
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and forth from one man to the other. Then, she turned to the vampire she’d been
dancing with earlier. “You’ll have to excuse me. It appears that my dance
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Oliver’s mouth proved priceless, better than if he’d rubbed the vampire’s
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them behind her back, giving her very little room to move. She could hardly
breathe, let alone find a way to escape. With Anaïs at his mercy, Oliver
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husky voice whispered in her ear. It was laced with anger and unfulfilled desire.
Then he lowered his head and kissed her, slow and sensually letting his hands
explore every facet of Anaïs’s magnificent flesh. Soon, he heard a soft moan
escape her lips and felt her tremble in his arms.</strong></span></div>
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As he continued to distract her with his mouth, he reached one hand into the
pocket of his trousers and pulled out a zip tie. It was a simple, yet effective tool
he often employed when the need to apprehend a suspected fiend presented itself.
As he locked the plastic device into place, Anaïs’s body stiffened. The arch of
her spine lengthened, while the serene expression on her face was replaced with
an indignant scowl. Lifting her chin, she turned her nose to the wind and
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>As a way to celebrate Evernight Publishing's <span style="color: red;">June 8th</span> release of the <em><span style="color: purple;">Keyboards and Kink</span></em> anthology, myself and twelve other EP authors are hosting a blog hop. Feel free to read a steamy excerpt from my story, <em>The Queen of Happy Endings</em>. Then hop along to the author blog links below to read excerpts from other talented writers. One lucky commenter on each blog will win a <span style="color: red;">FREE</span> copy of the <em>Keyboards and Kink</em> anthology.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Calliope Handler is fed up with the long hours and low pay
of her massage therapy gig at Bella Faccia, a high-end spa in the <st1:place w:st="on">Hollywood</st1:place> hills. Tired of customers treating her like a
piece of meat that they can poke and prod whenever desire beckons, she eventually
calls it quits. With the help of her best friend, Beau Jameson, she snaps some
sexy pin-up girl photographs and places a provocative ad on Craigslist, touting
her skills as the illustrious <em>Queen of
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In search of a no-strings-attached relationship with a woman willing to satisfy
his need for blood and his insatiable appetite for sex, Dom eagerly employs
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fly between them, yet neither is prepared for the sexual explosion that ensues
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flesh out the evil plot against her best friend. Before long, seven o’clock
rolled around and she heard the doorbell ring. The familiar flutter of
butterflies swirled around in her stomach. Her palms began to sweat as nerves
got the better of her, overstimulated by fantasies of what was to come. She sat
in the chair by the massage table, listening as Beau and Dominic exchanged
pleasantries. As soon as she heard his voice, her womb clenched as it readied
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entered the room and right away started to undress. His gaze locked on
Calliope. She stared back. Her lover’s eyes danced from left to right,
mimicking the shape of her voluptuous curves in a standoff of unbridled sexual
intent. Calliope’s mouth went dry and she licked her parched lips, letting him
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let out a feral growl, then reached for Calliope, yanking her to his side. It
seemed that a massage was the last thing on his mind. Without preamble, his
mouth descended on hers, their tongues dueling in a fierce, hedonistic battle
of wits. Dominic jerked the robe off her shoulders and released the clasp of
her bra, then shoved her back against the massage table. <o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div>
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his brown orbs shift, changing colors before her eyes. While his mouth
continued its invasion, she felt his incisors protract. Inadvertently, they
grazed the ridge of her lower lip. She tasted blood and felt Dominic’s claws
dig into the flesh of her shoulder. He ripped off her panties with his free
hand and tossed them to the ground. Then he grabbed his cock by its base,
rubbing the head up and down Calliope’s slick entrance.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></div>
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ceased. His shaft remained pressed firm against her throbbing clitoris as if
contemplating her request. “No need to rush, baby. We can take it slow. I’ve
got all night.”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></div>
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protested, pushing against his cock until her folds parted like a flower in
bloom. “I can’t wait. I need to feel you inside me. Now!”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></div>
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seem to need any further incentive. He thrust inside her, his shaft buried to
the hilt. His balls slapped against her plump ass over and over, the sound
ringing in her ears. At the same time, he raised his head and sucked her ripe
areola into the recesses of his hot, wet mouth. Then his fangs sank into the
flesh on the underside of her bosom and he drank his fill.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></div>
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as the suction from his lips made her pussy convulse, releasing a torrent of
spasms that set fire to her libido. Her entire body shook as the raging inferno
inside burned out of control. After several minutes the effects began to
subside. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the table, completely
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the slight crack in the doorway, Beau had seen everything. He heard his best
friend’s cries of pleasure and watched Dom pummel her with his cock. With one
hand, Beau made a fist, shoving his hand in his mouth in order to keep from
moaning out loud. The other hand was busy stroking his rock-hard erection. His
eyes were glued to the two lovers, unable to look away. Although when he saw
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>50 year old, Professor Sidney Rothman is no stranger to heartache at the hands of a younger woman. So when he meets the charming, beauty, Sutton he’s wary. Her sweet nature and natural tendency for submissive behavior overrule his fear, and Sidney decides to train her as a sub. The affect she has on his heart wasn’t part of the bargain. </strong></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>She felt heat fill her cheeks as she peered up at him and nodded. The thought of his decadent voice directing her actions made her panties wet. She’d practically taken to carrying an extra set of underwear around in her purse when they were together. There was something about him that kept her in a constant state of arousal. She had never been able to put her finger on the reason before, but now she might have an idea. She’d always liked a man who made her feel safe and well cared for. Where she’d grown up that was what made a man a man. Sure some girls didn’t like the old fashioned and at times domineering type, but she’d chalked up that to city girl versus country. She took a hasty swallow of her wine before she met his gaze and responded. </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Yes Sidney, I believe I would. I’d like more … details about what you’d like to try sexually. I-I don’t have much experience in that department.”</strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Have there been … casual partners?” he asked. He studied her intently as he leaned forward to caress her jaw with his knuckles. </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Good. I’m not sure where things will go between us, Sutton, but I can tell you it won’t be casual, and there will be no one else while I’m with you.” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Does the same apply for you?” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Yes. You’ll find I’m a very fair Dom.” His caresses continued and trailed down to her throat.</strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Breath hitched in her throat. She pressed her thighs together as her center throbbed painfully. He’d never taken things any further than kisses, and it’d left her achy and tense. Pleasuring herself had become a daily necessity accompanied by an almost violent release with his name on her lips. </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“I-I should tell you something Sid.”</strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Yes?” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“There haven’t been any partners.” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“You’re a virgin?”</strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Yes, is that a problem?”</strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“No, we’ll take things slow. There’s plenty we can do in the meantime. Would you like a </strong></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>demonstration?” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“God, yes,” she moaned. </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>He gave a low chuckle that made her juices flow like lava. She’d never thought of </strong></span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>herself as brazen, but right now she was fighting down the urge to spread her legs wide and offer up a buffet of one. No one man should possess this much swagger without trying. </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“You’ve been such a good girl, pet. So patient while you settled for kisses and light caresses.” Sidney leaned in to kiss the pulse point in her neck, and she dropped her head back onto the couch to allow him full access. Sutton purred as he sucked the sensitive skin into his mouth. </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“I bet if I slipped my hand underneath your skirt right now you’d be soaking wet, wouldn’t you?” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Ye-yes.”</strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Did you touch that tight little pussy of yours while you thought about me?” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Oh God.”</strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Answer me.” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Yes.” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Yes what, pet? I want to hear you say it.” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Yes, I touched myself and thought about you.” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Show me.” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“W-what?”</strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Show me how you frig yourself while you think about me.” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“I- I don’t know if I can.” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“You can do it, love. I want to see that beautiful pussy of yours on display.” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Sutton swallowed as she complied. Her hands shook as she lifted her hips up and pushed her black pencil skirt up around her waist. </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“I’ll take care of these,” he said. He hooked his thumbs into her thong and pulled them down her legs and over her heels. </strong></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>She felt exposed and exhilarated as she opened her thighs, and he leaned back to study her. </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Wider, love.” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“It’s just you and me here. Nothing we do together is wrong.” </strong></span></span><br />
<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>She bit her bottom lip, feeling nervous as she allowed her hands to creep down to her slick folds. </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“That’s a good girl.” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>There was something satisfying about the gleam of approval in his dark eyes as he watched her finger dip inside to get a sample of her honey. She brought the liquid back to circle around her swollen nub. She felt like a hare in the path of a cobra as she continued to drive herself higher and higher, unable to look away from his eyes. </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Put your fingers inside that tight cunt.” Her breath came in pants as </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">“Yes. This time, I’ll let you come.” She bit down on her lip as her fingers pounded into her weeping pussy double time. Her hips rose up to add extra friction, and within seconds she was coming harder than she ever had in her life, screaming his name. A feeling of shame and embarrassment washed over her as the haze of arousal faded. <em>How could I do that in front of him?</em></span></strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“I’d like nothing more than to bury myself between your thighs and taste you right now, but it’s not time for that yet. This was about giving you a sample of what it would mean to be with me.” He words were even and gentle as he leaned forward to ease her skirt back down her body to rest just at her knees. He smoothed out non-existent wrinkles before he moved to sit beside her, gathering her close to his side as he stroked her hair. </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Yes, but what about you?” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Your pleasure is my own.” </strong></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Come? No. I want you to be sure about your decision when we take that next step, because once I taste you and make you mine, there’ll be no turning back.”</strong></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Happy Friday folks! Today I'm happy to welcome, Isabella Olivia Ellis, a fellow vampire lover to my blog. Yep, she drank the Kool-Aid, or in this case, blood too. Isabella has a new release out entitled, <em>The Vampire's Second</em>. *Squeals* I hope there's going to be a menage scene.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> Caroline is the key to fulfilling a prophecy. Her marriage to Prince </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Sloane is the final seal on his </strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>destiny to unite countries and lead an </strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>empire. He declares war on a rival vampire clan, but before he </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>leaves he makes one request of Caroline. That she take her childhood </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>sweetheart, Lord LukeStone, </strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>as a Second. A Second is man who binds </strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>himself to a woman with the promise to protect her at all </strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>costs and acts </strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>as a surrogate husband. To appease Sloane, Luke and Caroline agree. </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>After he leaves, </strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>the royals of Bernehart are sent away for their own </strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>protection. While in exile, Luke and Caroline find </strong></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>themselves drawn to </strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>each other once more. They not only have their desires to contend with, </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>but also danger from their enemies. And the big question is, what will </strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>happen to their relationship when Sloane returns?</strong></span></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"> The discussion did not go as either had planned. Aftera few </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;">minutes of </span></strong><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;">chatting, Caroline realized that Luke was trying to pretend </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;">as though </span></strong><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;">nothing was between them. She raised her voice at him and </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;">he stood up </span></strong><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;">to leave. </span></strong><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;">Before he could, Caroline shoved him in anger. </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;">Even with the </span></strong><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;">added strength from being an Other, it was ineffectual at </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;">wall. Not caring </span></strong><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;">that he seemed to want to get away from her, she </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;">propelled herself </span></strong><strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;">toward him and screamed,</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"> “You’re being a coward, Luke Stone. A plain old coward.”</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"> “How am I being a coward, Caroline? Because I don’t want to </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;">partake of another man’s wife?”</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"> Without thinking, she slapped him across the face. He winced, </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;">but stood his ground.“It’s not like that, and I know it’s crystal clear to </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"> “Does a mere ceremony really change that much, Caroline?”</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"> “I could ask you the same thing, Luke. Is a wedding, at </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;">was a little girl in short skirts. And I know you love me. What are we </span></strong></div>
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Thank you so much, Annalynne, for hosting us today! Hi,
everyone! We are Adonis Devereux, a husband-wife writing team. We live in Japan
and have six daughters, so our days are busy, to say the least! But that never
stops us from writing a story that grabs us. And our new newest release, <i>The
Twelve Naughty Princesses</i>, is just the type of story to have drawn us in,
even to the point of taking us out of our normal writing routine. We made sure
we set aside two days to whip this lovely piece out, taking time out<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>from writing our Gilalion series of novels,
scorching romances that take place in our home-brew fantasy world. We are glad
to have been able to take a fairy tale and re-tell it to maximum erotic effect.
<i>The Twelve Naughty Princesses</i> has everything. Spanking, public
exhibition, voyeurism, multiple partners, bondage – add in some delicious
faerie men, some spunky, sexy princesses, and one lonely soldier, and the heat
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the twelve dancing princesses, Max figures he has nothing to lose, nothing, of
course, except his head if he should fail. Max has faced death before and
doesn't fear it, but when he meets the princesses, all lovely, light-hearted,
and battling constant exhaustion due to their mysterious nightly escapades, he
realizes he could lose his heart as well. To win his princess, Max must break
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naughty and do much more than just dance, and he will have to join in the
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princess chose two dancing partners, and an invisible orchestra struck up a
waltz.</span> <span style="color: red;">The music fell like dew drops and moonlight over the room, coating
everyone and everything in its beauty, doubling in Max his longing for Alaren.
She fell into the arms of one of her partners, leaning back into his chest. He
cradled her in his powerful arms, and they swayed together.</span> <span style="color: red;">The other man
joined them, and Alaren was pressed between their flesh. They moved with the
waltz, their feet unerringly skipping across the ballroom floor while their
bodies undulated against one another.</span> <span style="color: red;">They moved like waves in the sea. Each
thrust evoked a pull. When one exhaled, the other inhaled. Grab and swirl, push
and grind, the dancers performed their sex-waltz.</span> <span style="color: red;">Max brought himself almost to
climax before he stopped suddenly, letting his cock go as it twitched in
anticipation of orgasm. He knew how to build up his cum for a final, explosive
release. He grabbed his cock again and resumed stroking.</span></span></span></strong></span><span style="color: black;">
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different trios of</span> </span>d</span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="color: red;">ancers and administered
light spankings where she thought appropriate.</span> <span style="color: red;">Some of the twins she upbraided
for not giving themselves to the night, for not dancing with all the passion
they could muster. The princesses giggled and moaned, enjoying every moment of
their punishment.</span> <span style="color: red;">Max wondered if some of them did not dance badly on purpose
just so they could get spanked. After being disciplined, the twins danced with
greater heat as they wiggled their buttocks on their partners' growing cocks.
Perdita walked on, and the expression on her face reminded</span> <span style="color: red;">Max of a matron of a
particular cat-house he used to visit regularly. Everyone had assumed that due
to her severity, she hated men and wanted nothing to do with them. But Max had
known better.</span> <span style="color: red;">Over her own protestations, he gave her a good fucking one night,
taking her instead of one of her girls. That was just what she had needed, and
he had known that. Whenever he went back there, he always fucked her.</span> <span style="color: red;">Perdita
was much the same way. She looked stern and </span></span><span style="color: #222222;"><span style="color: red;">intimidating, but Max knew all she needed – all she
wanted – was a forceful cock inside her that would not spurt within the first
minute of intercourse.</span> <span style="color: red;">Strong women had that effect on men. They needed even
stronger men with even greater stamina to topple them and give them the orgasms
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regained its vigor. Alaren was the woman for him; there was no doubt about it.
She was what he needed. Max lost track of time. He did not know how long he
stood there jacking off, but the music finally ended. The princesses’ slippers
were worn through. They must have danced for hours, but how time flowed in the
faery realm Max did not know. He was still as horny as ever. The princesses
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flesh out the evil plot against her best friend. Before long, seven o’clock
rolled around and she heard the doorbell ring. The familiar flutter of
butterflies swirled around in her stomach. Her palms began to sweat as nerves
got the better of her, overstimulated by fantasies of what was to come. She sat
in the chair by the massage table, listening as Beau and Dominic exchanged
pleasantries. As soon as she heard his voice, her womb clenched as it readied
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Calliope. She stared back. Her lover’s eyes danced from left to right,
mimicking the shape of her voluptuous curves in a standoff of unbridled sexual
intent. Calliope’s mouth went dry and she licked her parched lips, letting him
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seemed that a massage was the last thing on his mind. Without preamble, his
mouth descended on hers, their tongues dueling in a fierce, hedonistic battle
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continued its invasion, she felt his incisors protract. Inadvertently, they
grazed the ridge of her lower lip. She tasted blood and felt Dominic’s claws
dig into the flesh of her shoulder. He ripped off her panties with his free
hand and tossed them to the ground. Then he grabbed his cock by its base,
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ringing in her ears. At the same time, he raised his head and sucked her ripe
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the Greek pantheon, and knows better than to trust anyone in administration.
Assigned to find and protect the newest member of Olympus, Inc., she figures
it’ll be a grab and go job, until she discovers her assignment is the same man
she slept with the night before. Keeping things professional will be near
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crazy she seems. However, he isn’t given much choice when he’s thrown through
his window, attacked by mythical beings, and told he’s part-immortal. Roxana’s
explanation is too fantastical to believe, but if it keeps him by her side,
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<span style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong> She woke up in a puddle of drool. Roxana made a face. Her mouth tasted like
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong> She rolled away from her drool, throwing her arm out. It landed on something
solid and warm. She froze. What. The. Hell. She tried to remember what happened
the night before. Yeah, it didn’t take long for the memories to come roaring
back. Sex. Lots of sex. With a human! A human who had managed to keep up with
her, twist her inside out, and made her come so many times, she felt like they
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frustrations at Zeus out of her system. And it had so worked. She felt more
relaxed than she had in years.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong> She cracked open one eye and peered around the room. She was in his
apartment. Thank gods it wasn’t hers. He was simply too good at making her come
to injure by kicking him out of her bed.</strong></span><br />
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong> Dried spit on the side of her face reminded her she’d been drooling.
Drooling! Ugh. She pushed herself up and looked over at Mason. He was flat on
his stomach, half of his body hanging off the bed. She looked at herself. She
was a total bed hog, and she knew it. She’d probably pushed him that way at
some point in the night because she was in the center of the bed with plenty of
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong> Early morning light slanted over the bed, caressing his skin like a lover.
She could stare at his body forever, but that would not work. She had a job to
do. Heaving a mental sigh, she eased out of the bed. He’d been a good lay for
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong> Okay. That never happened to her. She could usually go several rounds and
still have enough energy and strength to kick ass afterwards. Mason had
definitely been worth the time she lost the night before. Her thighs were
stained with her juices and his cum. She sighed. Glad she’d conjured a pack of
towelettes when she left the bar last night, she grabbed a few to clean
herself. With the way they’d gone at it, it was a damn good thing she couldn’t
get pregnant from a mortal. Her body needed immortal seed to conceive. She
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like she had another dress to donate to the cleaning service. She waved her
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jeans and an Aiko tunic because she’d be combing the streets for Zeus’s
friggin’ grandson. She’d leave the panties for Mason. They were her favorite,
yeah, but were so torn up she couldn’t wear them again. </strong></span><br />
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Mason to get all weepy when he saw the best piece of ass he’d ever had walking
out the door. She wasn’t cocky. She’d seen the enthralled look on his face. She
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bed. He was so sexy. She sighed. His skin was so gorgeous, like dark satin
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bastard. He’d probably tell his man-whore dad all about her begging him for his
cock. Impotent tears burned her eyes as she imagined the hard-earned respect
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back against me, and relax. Nothing is going to happen, yet." Her stomach
tightened at the growled words into her neck, and she watched as he grabbed the
huge sponge by the side of the bath and proceeded to run it up and down her
arms slowly. He washed every inch of her body with great care. Her breasts grew
heavy and her breathing shallow, her nipples jutting out into the humid air of
the bathroom, and he smiled into her neck. By the time his hands reached her
pussy she was so aroused the slightest scrape of the sponge against her labia
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sweetheart, that was fucking hot, but not very wise." Her eyes flew open
at Grisha's husky words, and her mouth went dry. "We'll have to think of a
suitable punishment, Ink." The Russian was stark naked, his huge swollen
cock jutting up out of its nest of thick, black hair, to his tight abdomen, the
tip glistening with drops of pre-cum. She hadn't been able to fully appreciate
the sheer size of him before, and she licked her lips. He smiled at her and
fisted himself with slow, measured strokes. Her cunt clenched, and her insides
tightened, recalling his earlier promise. She was never going to be able take
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tight hole. He pinched her clit with his other hand, and Estelle moaned as the
pain zinged along her pussy, to</strong></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>join with the sensations spreading from her
ass. She whimpered when he released the tight nub of nerves only to repeat the
action, again, and again. Her labia swelled and throbbed, and she writhed in
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smiled when she went still, and Estelle bit her lip to stop herself from
moaning. She watched as he leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his
mouth. He bit down hard, and tears sprang into Estelle's eyes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He soothed the sting with his tongue and then
repeated the action to the other nipple. Ink pinched her clit in time to
Grisha's bites, his fingers in her ass pushing deeper and deeper, until Estelle
couldn't distinguish between the waves of pain swamping her. Pain that morphed
into something else entirely. Unable to keep her eyes open, she let her head
fall back onto Ink's shoulder. Her body felt lighter, every nerve-ending on
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smooth leather. Ink pushed her down until her breasts were flattened against
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really has a fantastic ass, Grisha. She'll look hot as sin when it's nice and
pink from our hands." Ink's voice send tingles of awareness through her,
and her panic subsided. His hand dipped lower and spread her pussy lips. He bit
her ass, and she squirmed when his fingers sank deep into her already weeping
channel. He curled them into a figure of eight, and Estelle panted her
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remember, Estelle, no coming until I give you permission, or you'll be strapped
to this thing for a very long time indeed." Ink's voice had lost its
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She bit back tears and barely caught her breath before the next slap came.
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hands massaged her shoulders. He murmured Russian words she didn't understand,
the warmth of his hands chasing away the goose bumps spreading over her body.
Her butt on fire, the strange floating sensations returned. Her pussy clenched
with each slap of Ink's hand across her ass until all of her senses heightened.
Every trickle of her arousal down her legs left a wave of fire in its wake,
sensations too intense to name consuming her. Her body climbed, tensing,
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one last slap hard enough to send her body forward along the bench as far as
the restraints would allow, Estelle breathed, "Fifteen."<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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girl, you did so well." She hardly heard Grisha over the rushing in her
ears, her heart beating so loudly, she felt sick. She winced at the coolness
placed over her burning ass, and when her restraints were removed she collapsed
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Giovanni has shut off his emotions, following a messy divorce. His small
daughter and his chain of bakeries are all he needs in his life. The string of
nannies are an unfortunate necessity he could well do without. So why does his
body have to remember its needs now with the latest and most unsuitable nanny
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phone call from her wayward twin, she does the only thing she can do, she steps
into her shoes. Having to go back to nannying is hard enough, the unexpected
attraction to her arrogant employer impossible to deal with. Especially when
she is forced to agree to a marriage of his convenience to pay off the debt her
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bathroom mirror, and the heat she saw in his eyes started a slow answering fire
deep within her. Awareness sparked between them.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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fingers. The ice hit the tiled floor with a thud and broke the spell. She
almost ran into the other room and frantically tried the other door.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: red;"><strong>"I have it on good authority
that they are fire doors, my lovely, so I'd give up now. I like your shoulders
just the way they are, <i>cara mia."</i></strong><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></div>
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propped up by his good shoulder, his arms crossed over his chest, a slow smile
on his lips. He checked the lock on the bathroom door.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 200%; mso-font-kerning: 14.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">"And I'm pleased to note there
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advanced towards her, and Elise backed away until she bumped into the wall. He
reminded her of a predator stalking his prey.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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close his thighs touched hers, and he put one hand either side of her
head.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His big body crowded her against
the wall, and his sinful mouth hovered over hers.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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face, and Elise closed her eyes. She bit back a moan when he kissed her nose
and rained butterfly kisses along her jaw line. He suckled gently on just the
right spot on her neck to make her knees turn to jelly.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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put her shaking hands on his chest, only to meet hot, hard, male flesh. This
time she couldn't stop the very feminine moan escaping. Was that needy sound
really her?<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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low groan in her ear. He moved his hand to cup her breast, the nipple thrusting
shamelessly into his caress.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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Elise, but instead she whimpered in response to his words. He ground his hips
suggestively into hers until the full force of his erection rested against her
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triumph in his glittering eyes before his mouth claimed hers. His tongue
tangled with hers, and they both groaned. One of his hands fisted in her hair,
and the other lifted her skirt. He cupped her mound and murmured his approval.<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></span></div>
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her underwear in his hand and pulled. The move brought delicious pressure to
her clit, and Elise panted in excitement. Cool air hit her slick folds when the
material gave way with an audible rip. His large hand replaced the fabric, and
her pussy clamped down on the fingers he thrust into her channel. His teeth
nipped her neck, nudging her arousal up another notch, and he kicked her feet
apart to spread her wider. She clung to his shoulders, rubbing her breasts
against his chest, and he swore. He thrust two more fingers into her hungry
cunt, and she lifted her leg to give him better access. He withdrew his
fingers, and Elise tensed when he inserted one slick digit into her anus.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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He kissed her, and Elise relaxed into the strange sensation. When he inserted
another finger into her tight hole, she gasped into his mouth. He thrust slowly
in and out of her, and Elise pulled him closer to her still, as her hips moved
of their own accord. Unused nerve endings sprang to life, and darts of pleasure
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like this." Marco's strained voice in her ear was the sexiest sound she'd ever
heard. She pushed down on his fingers, seeking more, and moaned her
disappointment when he withdrew them slowly. He grabbed her buttocks and ground
her aching clit into his still covered cock. He thrust into her, and the
friction on her throbbing bud proved too much for Elise.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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whispered plea, and she breathed a sigh of relief when his hands helped her
free his cock. It sprung out of its confines up to his taut stomach, and Elise
licked her lips in anticipation. She cupped his balls, and it was Marco's turn
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arched into his palms, when he pulled down her tank top and exposed her
breasts. He kneaded each aching globe, before he pushed them together and laved
the nipples in turn. Every suckle sent shards of pure pleasure down towards
Elise's clit where delicious anticipation built in waves. She moaned her
protest when Marco released the glistening buds and kissed his way back up to
her collarbone. She could feel his strained smile before she saw it.<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></span></div>
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hand through his hair and groaned. The thought of drinking <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Savannah</st1:city></st1:place>’s blood left him horny and hard as
steel. His eyes roved over her curves, trying to decide which mound he’d sink
his fangs into first. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Her breasts? Her
pussy? Her ass? Maybe all three.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>He glanced at <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Savannah</st1:city></st1:place>’s creamy thighs,
then followed the path upward. His attention was drawn to the soft, supple skin
just below her ass that poked out from the hem of her short skirt.</strong></span> <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The sweet spot.</i> That’s where he’d take
her. In more ways than one.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Once they‘d entered
the fifth floor <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Manhattan</st1:city></st1:place>
flat she called home, Bobby took a moment to acclimate himself to his
surroundings. The room was mostly dark, cast in shadows by the tiny rays of
moonlight</span> <span style="color: red;">that shone through the windows. Shiny wood flooring reflected the
light and bounced off the ground to give Bobby a glimpse of the apartment’s
layout. All four walls were painted in a shade of pale pink. The headboard and
armoire had been stained with a white-wash finish. A stark ivory-colored couch
sat in the corner of the room, without a single spot to blemish its subtle
elegance.</span></strong></span></span><span style="color: red;"> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Everything about the room oozed delicate femininity, in absolute
contrast to the seductive vixen dressed in black who’d come on to him in the
bar. <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Savannah</st1:city></st1:place>
was definitely a mystery, one he intended to solve before the end of the night.<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Bobby kicked the
door shut and turned her in his arms, her heaving breasts pressed against the adjacent
wall. With his foot, he spread <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Savannah</st1:city></st1:place>’s
knees apart, and prepared her for his assault. Already, he could smell the
musky scent of her arousal. The distinct aromas of sex and blood swirled about
in his nose. He felt like a connoisseur of fine wine sniffing a glass of rich, fruity
goodness moments before he consumed it. Bobby reached between her legs and</span> <span style="color: red;">swiped
a dollop of feminine juices onto his finger, then sucked it into his mouth. He
heard <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Savannah</st1:city></st1:place>
gasp, saw her body shudder in response to his touch.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong><span style="color: red;">“Hmm. You taste
sweet.” Bobby let out an audible sigh. Would <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Savannah</st1:city></st1:place>’s blood taste as scrumptious as her
sex? Just thinking about it made him drool. Her lush curves deserved to be
worshiped, yet he knew he couldn’t do them justice in his current state of mind.
Already, he felt the beast rise to the surface, and if he didn’t act fast, he’d
bite her before he could fuck her.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Bobby’s fingers
delved inside her pussy, his movements desperate. Erratic. She was already wet,
but he wanted her drenched in desire. Drizzling with need. He counted on that
moisture to lubricate <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Savannah</st1:city></st1:place>’s
ass before he took her there. Her breath grew shallow and labored. Her womb
clamped down on his digits, drowning them with sticky, sugary nectar.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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cried out. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Too</i> <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">bad.</i> Bobby had other plans. He jerked his fingers from her folds, then
released the clasp that kept her skirt intact, and let it drop to the floor. In
one swift motion, he slapped her plump ass cheek with the inside of his hand. <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Savannah</st1:city></st1:place> winced, then
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he said, nudging her to the edge of the frilly, pink and white floral comforter.
As she stumbled across the room, the remnants of her undergarments dropped onto
the wood like splatters on a painter’s canvas. “Bend over. Lift that bodacious
booty in the air so I can spank it again.”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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letter. As he accompanied her to the bed, Bobby slipped his jacket from his
shoulders and stripped off his clothes a piece at a time. Other than <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:city w:st="on">Savannah</st1:city></st1:place>’s three-inch
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her bottom lip and cocked her head sideways, probably to see him better. Lust
swam in the depths of her deep, blue irises. Then Bobby raised his hand over
his head and released it. Whack! Palm to ass. The sting of skin-to-skin contact
shot up his arm before it shifted in reverse and settled in his groin.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Finn Rumpelstiltskin is a wealthy playboy descended from
a long line of European royals. A count with boyish good lucks and an
infectious smile, he seduces women with the grace and skill of a master
swordsman. Until an insignificant one night stand changes his life forever.
Horribly disfigured by a spurned lover and her sorceress mother, Finn is forced
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<strong>Katarina Krauss is a rare and exquisite jewel. On the cusp of womanhood,
the talented weaver must decide whether to save her family from financial ruin,
or follow her heart. Thrust into the hands of Aleksander Othman, a ruthless
warlord eager to manipulate her gift and steal her virtue, Katarina must spin a
heap of straw into a stack of gold.</strong></span></span><br />
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</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">sex. But
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</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">of his
shaft pressed firmly against her throbbing clitoris almost drove<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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whispering softly against his lips. Her heated breath came out<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">nerves on
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white vial filled with a clear liquid in his hand. Before he<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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earlobe down to her throat.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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impatient. But the third time’s a charm. Besides, I can<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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coin from a single virgin than I could for half a dozen<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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on his chest. “Mmm. Interesting. Are you sure I can’t<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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you to keep me?” She edged forward, her tongue darting out<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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Rough, talented hands wandered over her hips and lower<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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her legs, massaging the entrance to Katarina’s womb as he<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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her slick folds. Two fingers delved into her pussy,<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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and out until she writhed and moaned in pleasure. Her<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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drizzled down his arm and soaked the white down comforter.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">While she was preoccupied, her captor took a third finger and
inserted </span></strong></span></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">it into
the tight recesses of her anal cavity. She felt the walls of her ass </span></strong></span></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">contract
and burn. Smoldering flames burst from her loins as his </span></strong></span></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">digits
flitted and flared at a smooth, rhythmic pace. The white-hot<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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all-consuming, igniting a raging inferno from deep within.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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into his palm. Then he rubbed the gel-like substance over the<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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his rigid shaft. Once it was lathered in the clear liquid, he<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">“Do it, Aleksander. Fuck my ass.”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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cock throbbed against the walls of her sweet rear. Its snug<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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fed her bold, blistering desire with searing pleasure-pain<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">“Damn, woman. Your ass is milking my cock. I’m ready to<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">his thumb
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ecstasy. She screamed his name and clamped down on his<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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cock. Suddenly, he pulled out, and his shaft shook in violent<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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as it spewed a spray of hot, white cream all over her bare<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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next to her. His sinister laugh reverberated throughout the<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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“Not bad. Not bad at all,” he said as they both took deep<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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of air into their starved lungs. Then it grew silent as<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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</span></strong></span></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">of </span></strong></span></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">what had
transpired between them. Aleksander remained quiet as<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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</strong></span><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">A swarm of
screaming voices clamored against the stone walls. She<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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and saw a cloud of billowy smoke that blanketed the night<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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filtered in through the arched window.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">“Get dressed, and collect your belongings. Be ready to depart<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div>
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</div>Annalynne Russohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13148344220868196928noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5072316107409742631.post-58796584354787925722012-04-13T18:09:00.000-07:002012-04-13T18:09:23.998-07:00Author Spotlight - Ray Sostre<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>Today on the Vampire Scribe, I'm happy to interject a bit of testosterone with an interview from an extremly talented romance novelist by the name of Ray Sostre. Ray has a new book out, <em><span style="color: red;">The Girl Upstairs</span></em>, published by Romance Divine. So sit back, relax, and enjoy!</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Wow, thank you so much for having me here and I really appreciate the feedback about AfterDark Online. I don’t mind you lurking there at all. When I first created AfterDark Online, it was an idea that started in the summer of 2009 when I wanted to create an online store selling lingerie, lubes, toys, and other intimate products. However, the idea didn’t fall through so I placed the idea of creating the website on hold, until one year later when I decided to host a site for erotic stories.</span> </strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">I was amazed at how well-known it became over last year. On top of that, I created a personal blog, related to AfterDark Online called <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">The AfterDark World</i>, where I hosts interviews with authors, along with guest interviews by authors and snippets of my work.</span> </strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>The Girl Upstairs is about a man name Carlos who lost his job from the stock crash and leaves New York to settle in Pennsylvania, where he gets to know his sexy upstairs neighbor, while dealing with her over-protective brother, who is a police officer, and her dangerous ex-boyfriend that just got released from prison.</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>When I created the story, originally it was about a guy who moved from the country to the big city and tries to find a way to get to know this girl from upstairs, but it really didn’t pan out the way I wanted. So in mid-September, I re-wrote the story and decided to write a hero-twist to it, because I wanted to show the reader what an “Average Joe” like Carlos would do to save the life of the woman he wanted.</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">Carlos Munoz left New York and his financial analyst position for a simpler life in Pennsylvania. The slower pace and relaxed lifestyle took some getting used to, but came with certain…benefits, his upstairs neighbor. The voluptuous woman intrigued him, but what about her ex—and her policeman brother? Was part of Carlos’ new life going to include a new love? He had a lot to learn about…The Girl Upstairs.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; display: none; font-family: Verdana; mso-hide: all;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Girl-Upstairs-ebook/dp/B007RQMIVY/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&qid=1334067031&sr=8-10##"><span style="color: #003399; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Show More</strong></span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> <o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; display: none; font-family: Verdana; mso-hide: all;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Girl-Upstairs-ebook/dp/B007RQMIVY/ref=sr_1_10?ie=UTF8&qid=1334067031&sr=8-10##"><span style="color: #003399; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Show Less</strong></span></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>She smiled, “Thanks, being with you has really made me feel safe for some reason. I really didn’t want to tell you this because I didn’t want you to think I’m a fragile woman. I’m not. I was just young and confused back then.”</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“I never saw you as a fragile woman. As a matter of fact, I thought of you as an attractive woman that lived above me, who was worth getting to know.”</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>She smiled. “Thanks, you are sweet. But can I lay a confession on you?”</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>He narrowed his eyes and cocked his head. “Depends. What’s your confession?”</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“The first night you moved in, I was watching you and your brother helping you move in. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” She looked away, “I masturbated about you a lot.”</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>He sighed and could feel his cheeks heat, with the thoughts of her confession, “Can I give you a confession?”</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“What’s your confession, you masturbated about me too?”</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Well, not just that, but I knew you were masturbating. Every time I was in the bathroom you were like clockwork, where I heard you moaning. The radiator pipe that runs</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>through our bathroom has a nice shaft to hear you.”</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>She rolled her eyes in disbelief, “Oh my god. You mean to tell me—”</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: red;">“Well, it’s an old building we live in. I hope you don’t take it the</span> <span style="color: red;">wrong way.”</span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 16pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>She looked at him with a straight look, leaving him wondering if she was going to get upset or forgive him. Then, she gave him a brilliant smile. “Only because I like you. 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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></span></div><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;">Everything in the cramped train car was cast in shades of grey. A twin-size bunk bed and a small, round table with a single chair were the only furnishings. Luckily, the view from the large picture window made up for the lack of luxury. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;">After two attempts on her life in the past twenty four hours, extravagance didn’t seem necessary. All Maliyah wanted was to let her hair down and relax. It’d had been a hectic day to say the least, and Maliyah needed to tend to a few personal hygiene matters. She grabbed some items out of her overnight bag and set them on the small sitting table, then shoved the tote underneath the bunk bed. She watched Ramses remove the cloth that covered his head, then peel the sweat-soaked linen shirt from his shoulders, leaving him in nothing more than a pair of snug Levi’s and a plain-white wife beater. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;">Maliyah couldn’t resist. She had to take a peek. After all, the man was built like a machine. Sculpted muscle draped over impenetrable steel. His hulking frame visible in the sleeveless tank top made Maliyah’s mouth go dry. She licked her lips to keep them moist, inadvertently garnering Ramses’s lustful scrutiny. He groaned, then laid his belongings over the back of the chair and took hold of his cock in order to adjust the evidence of its expanding girth.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;">There was no use denying the truth. Maliyah wanted Ramses. No question about it. The fact that her cousin had forbid him from touching her made her yearn for him even more. Ramses must have sensed her desire because he stalked forward, ready to reach for her. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;">“Careful Ramses, remember your promise,” she said, flattening her hand against his pecs. “Besides, I need to go freshen up. I’ll be back in a jiffy.”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
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It was bound to happen. Why not sooner than later?<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Nonetheless, Maliyah made a good point. Ramses had promised her cousin Husani that he’d keep his hands to himself. A man of honor, he intended to stay true to his word. He wouldn’t touch Maliyah. At least, not with his hands. His mouth and cock, on the other hand, were fair game.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Before Maliyah came back from the powder room, he reached into the small rolling suitcase he’d brought along for the trip. He pulled out a red patterned necktie and placed it next to the other clothes he’d dangled over the chair. There was a good chance he’d need to be tied up in order to keep his paws off Maliyah. The necktie would come in handy if that turned out to be the case.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>The door swung open and Maliyah sauntered in. Her hair was now loose, its shiny, dark brown tentacles hung haphazardly in front of her pretty face. She’d removed most of her make-up and traded in her three-inch heels for a pair of simple strappy sandals. She looked up at Ramses. Her green-gold gaze locked with his. At the same time, her lower lip jutted out to entice him with its sexy, sultry pout.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Maliyah stepped closer and spoke into his chest. He could feel the heat from her skin tickle his nerve endings. “So now what? We’ve got eleven hours to kill and I’m saving the fashion magazines Salma shoved in the side of my bag until I get desperate?” <o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>“You? Desperate?” Ramses repeated, his rasp sounded sensual and breathy, with a hint of sarcasm mixed in to keep Maliyah on her toes. “It’d be a pity if we let that happen. I think we can find something to keep us occupied. Maybe there’s a deck of cards in my carry on.”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Maliyah put her hand to her lips as if to giggle, but instead a loud, satiric snort came out through her nose.</span> <o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><strong><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #666666;"><em>Is she mocking me?</em> Ramses thought to himself. She hadn't uttered a single word, yet he knew her snicker was meant in protest.</span></span></span></span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;">Only Maliyah, a siren who embodied the perfect combination of subtle innocence and feisty femme fatale, could dish out corrosive rancor just as well as she could take it. That time, she’d done so without even opening her mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;">Before he could think of a saucy comeback, Maliyah had already placed both palms on Ramses’s bare shoulders. She squeezed his biceps and let the pads of her fingers caress their way up his arm, then tangle themselves in his black, shaggy locks.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;">“How could a game of cards possibly keep me amused? Not when I have all this tempting, well-toned flesh at my disposal.”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;">“Wait,” Ramses said, pulling back slightly. He shoved his hands in his pockets to prevent him from touching her. “What about the pledge we made to Husani?”<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;">Maliyah leaned in, her heated breath skated across his tanned skin, sending a direct signal to his cock. It was time to come out and play. Whatever sport Maliyah wanted to tackle, Ramses was up to the task.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;">“Just keep those hands in your pockets, lover boy. Let me do all the work,” she said, darting her tongue out to taste him. God damn if Maliyah wasn’t a woman after his own heart. Her succulent lips blazed a path from his neck, passed the sparse patch of hairs that began on his chest and trailed down his slender waist. <o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;">Maliyah’s eyes followed the line of fine, dark curls downward until she spotted his thick, protruding erection through his jeans. She sank to her knees, then used her hands to remove his belt. One by one, she undid the buttons of his 501’s, as a flush of red spread across her face. She must have realized that he wore nothing underneath.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;">Ramses’s shaft was as hard as stone. It sprang from his loins, ready to frolic. Maliyah lowered his pants to the floor and without hestitation, licked the head of his cock into her hot, wet mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New";"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: #666666;">“Oh, fuck! Let the games begin,” he groaned as she sucked him between her lips, so deep he felt the tip hit the base of her throat. Once his shaft brushed against her tonsils, she moaned out loud. The vibration shot a torrent of sensation up from his balls. Ramses jerked forward, then thrust back, seizing control of the situation. He grabbed the back of Maliyah’s head and forced her to accept the entire length of his shaft. 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As soon as she heard his voice, her womb clenched as it readied itself for his sensual assault.</strong></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Dominic entered the room and right away started to undress. His gaze locked on Calliope. She stared back. Her lover’s eyes danced from left to right, mimicking the shape of her voluptuous curves in a standoff of unbridled sexual intent. Calliope’s mouth went dry and she licked her parched lips, letting him know that she was starved. Desperate for his touch.</strong></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Dominic let out a feral growl, then reached for her, yanking her to his side. Suddenly, Calliope knew that a massage was the last thing on his mind. Without preamble, his mouth descended on hers, their tongues dueling in a fierce, hedonistic battle of wits. Dominic jerked the robe off her shoulders and released the clasp of her bra, then shoved her back against the massage table.</strong></span> </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Calliope watched his brown orbs shift, changing colors before her eyes. While his mouth continued its invasion, she felt his fangs protract. Inadvertently, they grazed the ridge of her lower lip.</strong></span> <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>She tasted blood and felt Dominic’s nails dig into the flesh on her shoulders. He ripped off her panties and tossed them to the ground, then grabbed his cock by its base, rubbing the head up and down Calliope’s slick entrance.</strong></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong>“Dom, please. Fuck me!” Her hoarse voice whispered into his chest.</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong>His movements ceased. His shaft remained pressed firm against her throbbing clitoris as if contemplating her request. “No need to rush, baby. We can take it slow. I’ve got all night.”</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong>“No,” Calliope protested, pushing against his cock until her folds parted like a flower in bloom. “I can’t wait. I need to feel you inside me. Now!”</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong>Dominic didn’t seem to need any further incentive. He thrust inside her, his shaft buried to the hilt. His balls slapped against her plump ass over and over, the sound ringing in her ears. At the same time, he raised his head and captured her ripe areola into the recesses of his hot, wet mouth.</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong>Calliope screamed as the suction from his lips made her pussy convulse, releasing a torrent of spasms that set fire to her libido. Her entire body shook as a raging inferno inside her body burned out of control. After several minutes the affects began to subside. She closed her eyes and rested her head on the table, completely drained of energy.</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><strong>****</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>From the slight crack in the doorway, Beau had seen everything. He heard his best friend’s cries of pleasure and watched Dom pummel her with his cock. With one hand, Beau made a fist, shoving his hand in his mouth in order to keep from moaning out loud. The other hand was busy stroking his rock-hard erection. His eyes were glued to the two lovers, unable to look away. Although when he saw Calliope’s body quiver under Dom’s masterful touch, he couldn’t help but join in on the festivities.</strong></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: red;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Beau cracked the door open wide and passed the threshold, careful to walk on the balls of his feet so that he wouldn’t startle them. Calliope’s back was against the massage table, her eyes shut tight. Dominic spied him first from the corner of his eye, but continued to work his member at a quick, even tempo inside her pussy. When he made it to the edge of the table, Beau put his finger to his lips, urging the vampire to remain silent.</strong></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="color: red; font-size: small;"> </span></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><div></div><div> </div><div>Shake ingredients in a shaker and put in chilled martini glasses. Put pomegranate fruit into glass as garnish.<span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"></span></span></div></strong><div></div></span><div><br />
</div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong><span style="color: white;">Now, kick up your heels and enjoy an excerpt from Rendezvous with Rumpelstiltskin.</span><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Betsy, you may be dismissed,” Aleksander said to the<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>governess. As soon as the older woman disappeared out of sight, he<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>advanced on Katarina. He lifted her hand and laid a kiss on her limber<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>wrist. He stepped back, then twirled her around as if on the floor of a<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>ballroom. She pirouetted twice before he stopped her. Aleksander<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>clutched her hip with an unyielding grip and pulled her against his<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>strong, athletic build, his erection flush against her thigh. Katarina’s<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>fingers automatically grasped his broad shoulders to keep from<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>falling. At the same time, he inclined his head to whisper in her ear. “I<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>make it a habit to treat my guests well. As long as they deliver what is<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>expected.”<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>It was obvious Aleksander wasn’t talking about her work on<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>the spinning wheel. Katarina cleared her throat and stepped backward<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>toward the bed. Her captor pursued her, his intent clearly sexual. She<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>picked up the gold fabric she had woven and whirled around to face<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>him. “Here is the textile you asked me to weave,” she said, anything<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>to distract him from his mission to seduce her.<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>He took a brief gander at the material, then turned his attention<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>back to Katarina. This time, so close she could smell the brandy on his </strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>breath. "Very nice. But that's not the <em>only</em> reason I brought you to</strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>my estate,” he said as he cornered her body between the wall and the<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>bedpost. She had nowhere to run. No place to hide from the onslaught<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>of his desire. “I need to taste you.”<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Suddenly his mouth descended upon her sensitive skin,<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>leaving a trail of kisses behind her earlobe and down the slender<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>column of her throat. His fiery-hot tongue ignited a blazing inferno<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>along her untouched flesh. Katarina moaned and draped her languid<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>arms over his well-defined shoulders to keep her balance. She<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>suddenly felt weak. Light-headed. Ready to pass out. She had to<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>speak up, before she lost her nerve. “Please, Mr. Othman. If you have<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>any respect for my honor, stop this madness!”<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Aleksander drew back and stared at her, his decisiveness<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>unwavering. His eyes wandered to her breasts for only a moment,<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>before he yanked on the lace fabric of her bodice, revealing her achy,<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>swollen bosom. One cherry-red nipple peeked its head out of her<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>corset. A draft hit her exposed skin and sent a chill up her spine. It<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>was enough to cause her nipple to bead expectantly, begging for his<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>eager caress. Katarina whimpered as his thumb grazed the tip. Heat<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>exploded between her thighs, and liquid from her womb drizzled<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>down the inside of her leg.<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“No need to worry your pretty little head, Katarina. We’re just<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>having a bit of fun. I plan to leave you fully intact. At least for<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>tonight.” Without warning, he turned her in his arms and pressed her<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>lithe curves flat against the stone wall. He nudged her legs apart,<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>lifted her gown, and delicately removed the matching red panties he’d<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>left for her earlier. Each stroke was purposeful. Each movement<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>precise and deliberate as if unwrapping a gift on Christmas morning.<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Then he stepped away and gawked at her nakedness. Katarina<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>watched him out of the corner of her eye. His mouth gaped open,<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>saliva forming in the hollows of his lips in preparation for an all-out<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>invasion. Katarina could feel his gaze focused on her rear, on the<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>delicate flesh of her womanhood that glistened in the early morning<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>sunlight.<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Aleksander extended his index finger and slid it over her<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>heated nub, down her thigh and over her round bottom, collecting the<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>sweet nectar that pooled in the crevice between the two. Katarina<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>writhed in his arms. Her knees grew weak. Aleksander seemed to<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>relish her enthusiastic response. He lifted his finger to his lips to savor<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Katarina’s unique flavor. He leaned his forehead against her back and<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>groaned. “Hmm. Just as succulent as I dreamed.”<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>Katarina leveraged her sweat-soaked body against the cool<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>pavers plastered to the wall. She took in deep inhalations of air to<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>calm her battered nerves. “Sir, why are you doing this?” she asked.<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>“Because I can.” With his forehead still pressed between her<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>shoulder blades, he let out a wicked laugh. His heated breath glided<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>across her prickly skin. A moment later, he slipped her dress and<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>undergarments back into place and stepped away. He snatched up the<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><span style="font-family: TimesNewRoman; mso-bidi-font-family: TimesNewRoman;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>gold material laid across the foot of the bed and bolted to the door.<o:p></o:p></strong></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-alt: 9.0pt;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong> </strong></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none;"><br />
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